What was he, or she, really like?
What was he, or she, really like? History tells a lot about people, who they were, and their influence on our history, but when it comes to the individual we rarely encounter an honest auto biographical account. I say honest as when someone writes we encounter barriers such as shame for our actions, embarrassment, or wishful thinking on the part of the author. It’s only human I believe to try to make light of the truth, however not helpful for someone at a future time attempting to put together an accurate account of the individual’s life. Even I, as I sit here punching keys, find it difficult to tell the truth, so to speak. We’re prone to embellishment, and in some situations accounts of time spent, and our actual involvement, fabricated. It’s an ageing thing, I suppose, to fabricate our involvement, our importance, as time blurs reality. We honestly place ourselves at the centre of importance, when we were not important at all. It’s nice to think of ourselves as heroes, when ...